Ode to My Truck

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ode to a rusting hulk setting in some guys yard.

Submitted: December 08, 2015

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Submitted: December 08, 2015



I can remember

when you danced from side to side,

Your seat and panels

Tuck-N-Rolled in Naugahyde.

One-half ton,

was your factory official load,

Down any potted street

or gravel laden road.


There was no rusted panels

when you were very new,

And your Oil-pressure Gage

was tested, tried and true,

Your engine started quick

and away we'd fly.

I washed you twice a year,

in June and July.


Years have passed,

oh pick-up truck of mine.

Yes, we weathered all,

for you're a special kind;

Deluxe Trim, you were extra,

but worth the cost.

Now a rusting hulk,

but all is never lost.


So, I wipe off your seat

and slide behind the wheel

And as in a dream,

there is this feeling that I feel;

We're dancing down some street,

in Summer, about noon

And the radio is blaring out

some soulful country tune.


Yes, old truck, I know

your rusted and caked in dirt,

But you know that I love you

more than my favorite shirt;

So, here you'll stay with me

Until my days are done,

Then together we'll take that drive

Into the setting sun.


JEF  ---  12-07-2015


© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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